Pirate Chat

[Griffin NoName]

With thanks to Peter Serafinowicz we prowdly announce our Pirate Chat line open for calls. Feelin' lonely? Want ter get yer juices runnin'? Fone us; we talk dirty fer a mere 10 dublloon a minute.

'Ere be a message from our ship's mate ter get ye in the mood:

Aaaaargh! Me Dearie. Ye loike a bit on ther side? Port or Starboard ? Aaaaaaaargh!

[Opsa]

Yo, sailor, this be Hot Bette... Oi'll shiver yer timbers and leave yer burning for more. Or just burning. Free ointment with every call!

[DaveL]

YArrrrr...

Oi've bin out at sea for 10 months now...haven't seen a female for ages. Those dugongs are starting to look more and more like mermaids. Can yer put me on chat to one of your foxiest dugongs.

[Black Bart]

Arrrrrrr...I'll tie ye up with a lovely sheep shank fer sixpence...

[anthrobabe]

I'll iron the creases out of ye britches for 2 crown. (extra charge if ye still be wearin em at tha time)

[The Black Spot]

After a bit o' a disagreement about ship's discipline, me crew mutinied an' cast me adrift in an open boat.

Any chance ye could get me a couple o' oars?

[Griffin NoName]

Aaaaar!  Cap'n TBS, sownds like ye be wantin' our Conference Call, if ye be knowin' what Oi mean. Cost ye extra, preeemium service, we allus cream awf the best in the market. 'An ware be ye wantin' em oars? Aaaaargh!

[Opsa]

Anuther dubloon an we'll throw in an anchor! R'arrrgghhh...